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JOY STOPPED ON THE SIDEWALK AT THE SOUND OF
creaking wood. It was a wintry sound, both ominous and
familiar. Despite the July heat, she shivered. She was just
leaving work, exhausted and perfumed in garlic, cooking oil
and sweat. Joy glanced around the back lot behind AntoinesCaf, adjusted her black apron over her arm and walked a
little faster.
Fishing inside her purse, Joy skipped over her keys and her
phone and went straight for the scalpel she kept hidden in
the side pocket. She stumbled on a crack in the cement and
cursed her decision to wear chunky heels to work. Clomp-
ing down the concrete, her footsteps obscured the sound ofwhatever followed. A prickle at her neck brought back icy
memories and a half-remembered twinge in one eye. Should
she shuck off her shoes or was she being totally paranoid?
After all, it could just be the wind.
Right.
Contrary to the four-leaf clover in her wallet, it would be
just her luck to be harassed by one of the Twixt on her wayhome from work.
She crossed beneath the overpass, echoes of her shoes
bouncing over themselves in her haste to leave the busy
downtown area. The Folk were notorious busybodies, but
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they could also be dangerous to humans. Curious as cats,
theyd been peeking out at her from between buildings orthrough broken windows or from under birds nests, want-
ing to catch a glimpse of either the ex-lehmanwhod escaped
her bonds to the Master Scribe or the infamous girl with the
Sight whod somehow managed to keep both her freedom
and her eyes. Joy wasnt sure why shed suddenly become
more interesting over the past month, but the strange, in-
human paparazzi were getting bolder.Those who had first appeared had been harmless, if un-
nerving, and Graus Claude had said the attention would pass
once the novelty wore off. Then, last week, two dryads had
whispered warnings to stay out of their world. Three days
ago, a short, furry-haired creature had said that she should
watch her back. Yesterday, a sprite wearing a floppy red cap
had stood on the corner, smiling serenely while picking hisfingernails with a serrated knife. The Folk were growing
more menacing by the day.
Another scrape. Closer this time.
Joys heart thudded in her ears. Shed been preparing for
this.
When the shadow moved, Joy lifted the scalpel, a thin
stroke of silver that identified her in the otherworld. Kneesbent, she readied herself for what she might see.
An armored knight, the color of old blood, emerged from
behind a large fir tree. He held a longsword at attention,
sunlight streaming down its length. Joy stared at the blood-
colored knight, frozen in a foggy trance of disbelief.
His foot hit the pavement, a gritty scratch of metal on
stone. The sound snapped her awake.Im under the Edict, she said quickly, the words tumbling
out of her mouth. TheEdict, she said again with a bit more
force. As decreed by the Council of the Twixt.
The knight stepped forward. Joy stepped back.
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Duei nis da Counsallierai en dictie uellaris emonim oun,she
tried again.He took another step toward her.
She shook the blade in her hand. I bear Inks scalpel
The knight lifted the massive sword above his head.
Somehow she knew that wouldnt work.
The sword scythed through the air, carving a parting
whooshin its wake. Joys brain stalled as the armored knight
lunged. She gripped the scalpel. Her voice cracked.Stop!
Ignoring her, the knight swung down at a wide angle. Joy
stumbled off the sidewalk. The moment felt slow-motion sur-
real; she could see the sword tip passing her cheekit was
nicked and spotted with brown.
Out of the corner of her eye, Joy saw a woman push a dou-
ble stroller across the street.Screw the shoes.Joy kicked off her clogs and threw her
purse. And the apron. It billowed like a cape, catching the
sword and tangling it. She ran barefoot on the grass, adrena-
line crackling and popping under her heels in manic bursts
as she vaulted the manicured hedge into the wilder wood
beyond. A steady banging followed.
Joy pounded over the uneven surface, her feet slamming
into sticks and pebbles as she dived between the trees. There
was a golden heat to running that soared up her limbs, shoot-
ing lightning from her soles up her spine. She had the ad-
vantage of being light and fast, but the knight charged after
her, chugging like a train. She could hear his panting breath
behind the metal faceplate.Joy dodged around a tree and headed deeper into Mother
Nature, avoiding broken glass bottles and bright-colored
trash. She wove through the woods, putting as many trees,
stumps and bracken between herself and her pursuer as pos-
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sible. She cut to the north, inhaling deeply, tasting pollen
and pine.Tripping over a root, she grunted as pain exploded in her
big toe and shot up her leg. Joy pushed through the injury
and kept running, leaving the yellow-hot spark of agony
somewhere far behind. Later, she would deal with it. Right
now, she needed speed.
She broke through a small clearing, a patch of sun and
weeds. She felt like leaping over the ferns and punching outa series of handsprings, but that was muscle memory talk-
ing. Her brain still equated running with gymnastics, but
after her past few months as part of the Twixt, she knew that
running equaled evading certain death.
The knight barreled through the woods, snapping fallen
branches and lumbering up the incline. Energy frothed in-
side her, a flush of heat tickling over her arms and neck,filling her with a lightness, a clarity in speed. There was a
heady rush to running for her life through the green grass.
Joy felt like laughing. Perhaps shed finally cracked? How else
could she explain getting attacked by a medieval knight on
a Thursday evening?
Whipping her tiny blade sideways, she wished that she
could slice through worlds like Ink and cursed, not for thefirst time, that she no longer bore hissignaturaso he could
not feel her panic or hear her call his name through the
wind. Her skin was clean of True Names given form, so if
she screamed, thered be no one to hear.
Joy ran.
The land dipped and broke. A shelf of ragged earth loomed
above a shallow crevice where the ground fell away. Joyscrabbled over the old streambed, using the smooth rocks
as stepping-stones, tearing the seam of her capris as she
jumped the ridgelong legs splayed out in a perfect one-
eightystuck the landing on the other side and kept going.
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The clang and sweep of metal plates crashed somewhere far
below. Joy wished again for the flash of light, the spark ofconnection that had bound her to Ink, now severed. Gone.
She knew it wouldnt work, but she couldnt help it.
Ink! Ink! Ink! Joy chanted as she ran, willing him to hear
her. The trees ahead began to thin, and she heard the dis-
tant roar of cars.
There was a sudden explosion accompanied by a shriek of
birds. The force pushed her forward, and she shielded hereyes from several fat splinters that bit into her skin. Some-
thing slammed into her shoulder, spinning her around.
Ears ringing, Joy squinted at the dark red sword stuck half-
way through a ruined tree. The trunks shredded innards
burst out in a jagged fluff of destruction. Bits and pieces of
pulp peppered her entire body and most of the surrounding
green. Pitter-patters of falling debris joined the snap of shat-tered wood. Through the ringing in her head, she could still
hear the determined clomp-clompof armored boots.
She blinked. The world slowly tilted. There was a deep,
resonant crack as the massive tree began to list, groans and
tiny clicks ricocheting off the surrounding forest as the trunk
came crashing down. A gust of wind smacked Joy full in the
face, blasting clouds of dirt and mulch. The knight had cutdown a tree by throwing his sword and was now crossing the
riverbed, headed toward her. Her hands tingled as terror
splashed through her veins.
Joy squeezed the scalpel and spat wood chips off her lips.
She tried to believe what Ink had said, what Graus Claude
had said, tried to remember Inqs advice, but as the rust-
crusted helmet cleared the ridge, all Joy could feel was thequiet knowledge that she was about to die in the woods in
bare feet while holding a pathetic metal weapon no bigger
than a pencil. She pointed the tip toward her attacker.
Leave me alone! she said.
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The knight ignored her, reaching for the embedded sword,
hand open for the hilt.Joy shouted, Stop!
The ground spit up bits of leaf and stone as a line slithered
through the earth like a whip just inches from the knights
plated boot.
Joy stared. The knight paused, and his helmet turned
slowly to Joy.
The moment curled like a question mark.Joy almost shrugged. Almost.
What was that?
Grabbing the sword hilt, the knight swung around sharply.
Joy stumbled back. The sword cleaved and clanged against
something invisible, throwing off sparks that died in the dirt.
Joy blinked. That was a ward!
The knight tried another pass, pushing through a cloudof dust that smelled of campfire smoke. Joy could almost feel
the swords impact against the invisible shield. She smiled
unsteadily, knowing that her friends must be nearby, even
if she could not see them yet.
Hey! Joy shouted into the woods. Over here!
The knight drew his sword slowly in salute and charged
ten feet away, nine, eight.Joy dived around the back of a tree and ducked. There was
a punch of impact and a half-imagined grunt as the knight
missed her head as she scrambled for the next bit of cover.
He withdrew his sword with a snarl and pursued. Joy turned
and ran faster, toes gripping the moss. She spun midstride,
sweeping her tiny blade sidewaysthere was a grating shing
as a piece of metal split and thunked against the ground.The knight stumbled back. Joy sprinted up the next swell.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that the lower faceplate
had split in half, exposing a gray chin full of bristles, black
gums and blue teeth.
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In case she had any doubts that this was one of the Twixt.
The wash of fear came again, sparkling and brutal, push-ing Joy up up up!through the next tangle of thorns. She
bounced off a birch trunk and, misjudging the distance,
tripped over a thick branch and skinned her knee. Joy won-
dered why she was running and not climbing. But what good
would that do? The knight had made a tree explode!
As if the thought were a prescient tap on the shoulder, Joy
turned to see the knights elbow rise, arm cocked, shoul-der back, before he hauled off and threw. The sword zinged
through the air toward her. She stupidly, helplessly, raised
her arms.
A ball of fire and superheated steam burst against an in-
visible wall. Joys hair blew in the aftershock, and she felt
moist heat coat her face. A figure dropped from a fissure in
the sky, backlit by the wash of flame. He held a straight razorin one hand and her purse in the other; a silver chain swung
heavily from a pocket at his hip. He glanced at her with his
all-black eyes.
Joy, he said.
She coughed and wiped a splinter off her forearm.
Hi.
Ink tossed her purse to the forest floor. The fallen sword athis feet smoked and smoldered, dead leaves curling to ash be-
neath it. The knight barreled forward. The black-eyed Scribe
moved, nimble and daring, drawing a complicated design in
the air. Another ward gleamed into place. Ink spoke through
the shimmer of gold, his voice carrying across the wood.
I do not know you, Ink said to the wounded knight. But
you shall not harm her. She is protected under the Edict. Hisvoice grew taut. And she is protected by me.
The armored thing howled, charged and, with a last-
moment shift, ran full force into a tree, disappearing in a
shiver of pine needles.
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Silence.
Joy backed away from the nearest tree, expecting a freshattack. Ink extended his arm protectively across her body,
holding his razor steady against the quiet. Joy pressed close,
scanning the forest.
Where did he go? she asked.
Ink glanced around the glade. Branches swayed overhead.
Leaves rustled. Querulous birds peeped.
I suspect away, he said.Joy nodded. Away, she repeated, breathing fast. Away
is good.
Ink hadnt dropped his weapon, so neither did she. The tip
of her scalpelpreviously hisscalpelshook in her grasp. It
looked a lot less confident than his straight razor. She could
barely feel it in her hand, her fingers tight and numb, but she
could feel him: a solid, calm presence with the gentle scentof rain. She swallowed against the sawdust in her throat.
Can we go? she asked. Away?
Ink picked up the sword and pressed her hand to his chest.
Away is good, he said as he sliced the air sideways.
They stepped through the breach with a sharp scent of
limes.
Joy could feel Inks hands on her face, the first sensation
that pierced the cottony blanket of shock. They were in her
room, in her house, and everything had that double-take
quality of being suddenly normal, which felt strange.
Are you all right? Ink asked.
She coughed, tasting wood on her tongue. Never better.
The straight razor was gone, probably back in his wallet,and Joy watched Ink pluck bits of tree out of her hair.
I thought you said you were only receiving threats, Ink
said. This was considerably more than a threat.
This is the first time someones attackedme, Joy said,
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brushing dirt from her ruined pants. Thereve been snide
comments, a lot of staring and some ultimatums, but GrausClaude said to ignore it. I didnt think anyone would actually
doanything. A sigh stuttered out of her mouth. She shook
her head, feeling the tension in her shoulders slip toward
angry embarrassment. I thought the Councils Edict was
supposed to protect me.
It should, Ink said and picked up the sword. The smoke
curling off it was tinted with mist. He turned it over, notbothered in the least by its obvious weight. Although this
might be evidence to the contrary. Joy studied Inks face. It
was still hard to tell if he was being funny or not. He glanced
over the blade at her. Did you announce yourself?
Yes! I told him that I was under the Edict in English and
the Old Tongue, she said. Graus Claude made me repeat
it often enough. I could say the words in my sleep! Shedropped the purse that had somehow been clutched in her
hand. Her apron was stuffed inside. She still had no shoes and
her feet were filthy. Joy paced her room, feeling the adrena-
line ebb, leaving her weak and shaky and altogether freaked
out. She didnt like it. Even with Inks wards protecting her
house, she was supposed to be able to live her life free from
harmthat was what the Council had promised after shedhelped them take down Aniseed.
She stopped pacing. Is this Edict thing for real? she
asked. Was that what triggered the ward?
No, Ink said, examining the room. That was me.
That still didnt explain what had happened before hed
arrived, when the armored knight had reached for his sword.
Joy frowned. How did you find me?Ink blinked his fathomless eyes and smiled.
It isyouwho have Sir John Meltons boon, he said. Joy
still had a tough time believing that her four-leaf clover ac-
tually worked.
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Good thing, too, she said, rubbing her arms as if cold.
That was Is there a stronger word for terrifying? Sheshook her bangs from her eyes and paced in place. So are we
sure that the Edicts actually working? she asked. I mean,
if its not protecting me, then what about Dad? Or Stef? My
brothers coming home soon The idea of putting her fam-
ily in danger made Joy physically sick.
The Edict is in place, Ink said. I attended the Council
session myself. His voice kept its steel of certainty. Yourfamily is safe, Joy.
Joy twisted her fingers in her shirt. Well, if Im so well
protected, then what happened back there?
Ink almost shrugged. Almost. The subtle cues he picked
up from Joy were making him seem more and more human
every day. He was learning. They both were.
Nothing happened, he said matter-of-factly. Which is
most likely what the Council would say if we brought it to
their attention. Ink held up a hand to forestall comment.
You were not actually injured, he pointed out, his black
eyes sweeping over Joy. They would agree that you look well
enough. Yes, it was more than a threat, but not much more.
Ink rolled a piece of wood pulp between his fingers. Yet
this person knew about the Edict? he asked quietly. He
knew who you were?
Joy rubbed at the spots of mud on her ruined capris. I
said the words the Bailiwick taught me, and the guy heard
me just fine, she said. I think I can safely say that he knew
exactlywho I was. She rubbed harder as if she couldnt stop.
Ink crossed the room and took her hand in his.You are hurt, he said simply and tapped his chest. Here.
He tried to catch her eye to confirm it, but she looked away.
Her brain still twitched with firefly sparks. Her heart still
poundedshed been so scared!but it seemed as if she was
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only now feeling it, fierce and intense. Joy shivered. Ink
squeezed her handit was something hed learned how to do.I did not see it before, he confessed. But I know that
just because a thing cannot be seen does not mean it is not
there. His voice lilted, coaxing. Joy nodded and squeezed
his hand back. Her face felt hot. Her hands felt cold. She was
overly conscious of Inks worry feeding hers. He sighed. I
cannot take back what has happened, and I cannot undo it,
he said. Would that I could. He brushed the hair from herface, tucking it behind her ear, his fingers lingering there.
She remembered that first touch. His voice was open, crisp
and clear. What can I do?
She whispered, Hold me.
Ink brought her close, and Joy wrapped her arms around
him, pulling him hard against her as if she could press his
solid calm into herself. Her heart thudded against his chest,an answering echo rebounding against her skin. She took
several deep breaths, and it was several heartbeats later be-
fore she realized that he was copying her every move: his
hand was in her hair just as hers was in his; his touch on her
back was exactly where her palm rested on him. She could
tell by the subtle changes of his body and skin that he was
moving his senses to accommodate herhis muscles grewmore pliant, his skin warmed to the touch, the strength in
his arms became more like flesh than like stone. Joy smiled
at herself and at him.
Thank you, she said. This is perfect.
He rested his chin on her shoulder. A hug means many
things, he said. Over thirty-six, by my count.
Joy chuckled. Youre counting?Yes, he said.
Joy laughed aloud, watching his smile dimple. Ink was
funniest when he didnt realize it.
You feel better, he said.
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Joy nodded. I do.
Good, he said. Then I will go and see what happenedback there. He dropped his hands abruptly. Joy thought
maybe they should work on his exits. She stepped back know-
ing that the wards hed carved around her home would keep
her safe, but she felt better having him there. Just in case.
Ink paused, inspecting her face. Perhaps he saw her con-
cern? He was getting very good at reading her subtle cues.
Do not worry, Ink said and underlined the statementwith a slice of his razor, unzipping a door through time and
space. He placed a slow kiss on her bottom lip, soft and ten-
der. He felt that. She did, too. I will return soon.
Joy nodded and was still nodding as he disappeared, re-
alizing a second too late that hed left the smoldering sword
behind.
She yanked her bathrobe off its hook and threw it over thelongsword, snatched her phone on her way to the kitchen
and quickly closed the door behind her.
Just in case.
She texted Stef, asking about his ETA, then pinged Mon-
ica as she entered the kitchen and leaned her elbows on the
breakfast bar.
Home at last,she typed. Shift over = FREEDOM!
It took her best friend only a second to reply, if that.
Lol! Celebrating? Happy dance?
Joy smiled. After standing on her feet all day, she hadntgone dancing in weeks. Shed almost forgotten that places
like the Carousel existed. Almost.You free?
Expensive as always, but im worth it!!!
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Joy laughed as she sat down on a stool.
Hi, honey. Her father waved from the den. I didnt hearyou come in.
Im a ninja, Joy said as she typed back a series of smiley
faces. Its all part of staff training. Its why we wear black.
Her father chuckled as he hauled himself off the couch
with a groan. His new gym routine included heavy cardio
and weighted squats. Despite the grumbling, he had lost al-
most thirty pounds. He looked good, if tired. I didnt knowwaitresses required the art of stealth.
Joy smirked. Were sneaky that way.
He tugged her ponytail as he passed her on the way to
the counter. Well, Im glad youre home safe, he said. Joy
felt a twinge of guilt as she hid her mud-and-wood-pulp-
spattered pants beneath the counter. She concentrated on
typing a reply to Monica.
Any chance u can come over? Im stuck at home.
I wanted to talk with you about something, her father
said by the sink.
Oh? Joy said as she read: Can Gordon come 2? Or is this
estrogen-only?Monica and Joy spent time with their respective boy-
friends, but also had a regular Girls Night since, as Monica
insisted, it was always important to stand by your sisters.
Monica always checked if it was a co-ed party first.
Joy typed: Gordon=good times! Will see u 2 when?
Im glad weve been having a great time together this
summer, he said as he scraped the last of his Lean Cuisineinto the disposal. That camping trip to the lake will be one
for the record books.
Mmm-hmm. Joy nodded, still typing.
But, you know, he said nervously, I also want to spend
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some quality time with Shelley As she waited for a reply,
Joy imagined her fathers girlfriendShelley wasnt a bad per-son, but it was still a bit weird, his having a life without Mom.
Xcellent! Will your boy be there 2?
Joy sighed. After five months, Monica was still attempt-
ing to meet Joys mysterious boyfriend. Joy couldnt blame
her, but, besides being inhuman, Ink was invisible to thosewithout the Sight. Still, she gave her BFF points for trying.
She typed back, Ummmmmmmmm, no.
and I made sure well have more family time with Stef
at the end of August, her father said gently. Joy realized that
hed been talking the whole time and shed tuned him out.
She looked up and smiled to prove shed been listening. Sort
of.Sure, Dad, Joy said. Her phone buzzed in her hand.
1 hour?Joy hit a colon, a dash and an end parenthesis. Send.
No problem.
Her father smiled, both pleased and relieved.
Thanks, Joy, he said, giving her shoulders a squeeze. I
appreciate it. She blew a kiss at him while scrolling through
texts, her attention glued to the screen. He sighed. And Ireallyappreciate that you agreed to pay for that new data
plan upgrade, he added. Otherwise I would have to yank
that thing out of your hands right now.
Joy hugged her phone against her chest and glared at him.
Hey!
He laughed. Well, at least I got your attention. Though
why you need unlimited worldwide calling is beyond meJoy thought about her latest pics from Tuan and Antonys
trip to Belize and said nothing. It was one of the few ways she
kept in touch with the Cabana Boys. It made her feel like one
of them, one of the group, includedit was something she
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Zurich, Melbourne and Moscow (care of Nikolai, on tour); a
heavy glass snow globe from Glacier Bay, Alaska (from En-riques latest adventure); a cashmere infinity scarf (from Luiz
in Paris); and an odd collection of figurineswhat Ilhami
called booby dollsfrom various cultures around the world.
She had eight so far, wide-hipped, big-bellied and well-en-
dowed, lined up in a row. Ilhami thought sending them to
the Cabana Girl was hilarious. He had even scribbled eyes
on one of them in Sharpie marker, which was probably sac-rilegious, but Joy got the reference: knocked up by Indelible Ink.
As if on cue, Ink zipped into her room through the space
next to her nightstand.
What are you doing?
Joy shrugged and put down the booby doll. Im cleaning,
she said into the mirror, which failed to catch Inks reflec-
tion behind her. I was bored.I see, he said with a smile. You know, if you are ever
bored, you can always call Inq.
Joy neatened her ponytail. Im not thatbored.
He laughed. Probably wise, he said. He draped her pink
bathrobe across the bed and picked up the sword. He in-
spected the weapon closely, watching the light gleam off the
nicked and pitted blade. The Bailiwick often says to be waryof wishing for an interesting life, he said casually. And while
I have been gone, I have discovered many interesting things.
Joy twisted her fingers in her shirt. Such as?
Inks eyes flicked to her. I went back to the edge of the
Glen where we fought, he said. And you were rightI do
not think this was an idle threat.
Joy crossed her arms against a sudden prickly chill. So doyou think that one of the Folk was really trying to kill me?
I do not know. Inks boyish face grew serious. To know
that, we must bring this he hefted the sword to Graus
Claude.
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Joy scraped her bare feet against the carpet. We?
Of course. Ink grinned and held up her discarded clogsin his left hand. Clearly, I cant leave you alone for a minute.
Ha ha. Joy took her lost shoes and slipped them on.
Monica and Gordon are on their way here, she said. To
keep me company. She almost added,I wish you could meet
them.Almost. But didnt. It was impossible, dangerous and
probably stupid to expose her friends to her other life in
the Twixt. And Monica and Joys motto had always been NoStupid.
It will only be a moment, Ink reminded her.
If that, she said, smiling. I remember. And took his
hand.
A flick and a swish of citrus-scented breeze and Joy stepped
from one world into the next.
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